In five more days Christmas 2012 will be over! Over, over, over!
Self feels like singing.
No more traffic! No more lines! No more snarling soccer moms barreling along the streets in their behemoth SUVs!
Anyhoo, back to the tabulation of her books.
Last night, the count was up to 145.
Now, she turns to a small pile behind the pile she tabulated last night.
In this small pile, there are also five books.
She will not list them all, as she’s quite behind in her reading and writing today. She spent the whole afternoon in: a) Costco and b) Stan-fuhd. Speaking of Dear Old Alma Mater, they have added so many new buildings! Self’s jaw dropped at the sight of the new Bing Auditorium.
She called Niece G to wish Niece a Happy Belated Birthday, only to be told (by txt msg) that Niece’s birthday isn’t until DECEMBER 27. Oh thank heavens. Self thought she had missed it.
Anyhoo, back to the book tabulation.
In this pile, there is a book edited by one of her former teachers, Arthur P. Wolf. The book is Studies in Chinese Society, and self remembers it very well because it was her first required text in the graduate program in East Asian Studies. And she was always in an agony of trying to call up quotes (to make herself sound more intelligent) during class.
The second book is a novel, First Person Plural, by Andrew W. M. Beierle, who she read with at The Writer’s Center in Bethesda, Maryland, early 2010 (Can that really be almost three years ago? Heavens!)
And in this pile is a Very Very Special Book: Hokusai: One Hundred Poets.
It is the biggest, heaviest book that self owns, and it was a Christmas present from sole fruit of her loins, several years ago, when he was an undergrad in Cal Poly. And it cost him a lot of money. And he/we were all very strapped for funds at that time. But such is love!
Cover Detail, HOKUSAI: ONE HUNDRED POETS
Thank you, son!
From the Introduction:
Hokusai is one of the greatest artists of any time or place. He was born in 1760, in the Katsushika district of Edo (now Tokyo) and lived into his ninetieth year, dying in 1849.
The last of his great print series was the One Hundred Poets. Begun in the artist’s seventy-sixth year, the prints have a greater richness of color and more wealth of detail than the prints of any other series in this large format.
145 + 5 = 150 total # of books counted thus far
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.